Author's Note

This is probably really bad, and most likely needs to be almost completely rebuilt from the ground up...

Sorry that I put you through my shitty writing. I don’t even know why I write at all, and why you people seem to like the shit I write is beyond me. Sorry for wasting your time with this pointless note, hope you have a good day/night.

Chapter 3: Situational Analysis

It was too dark for me to see well, the tinted goggles not helping my ability to see. Their was just barely enough light to make out the rough outlines of things, and hopefully I didn’t run into any of those bridge ponies, though I guess they looked an awful lot like raiders from Fallout. Maybe I should call them raider ponies, but raiders would work as well. Back to the task at hand, finding somewhere to rest. If I have to, I’ll sleep in a tree, better than sleeping on the ground, just got to make sure I don’t fall out of said tree. Deciding that just climbing into a tree would be easier that looking around in the darkness for probably hours, I climbed up one, resting on one of the branches. Taking off my helmet, setting it on my lap, and pulling down the face scarf.

Taking a few deep breaths, I let my mind catch up to the current situation, and I realized just how fucked I probably am. So lets get things straight Hanz, not only am I in some “Equestrian Wasteland,” I somehow have my Arma kit as well... Convenient, and it also looks like we’ve got raiders except their ponies, and eyebots with wings. What next, am I going to find a Vault? If I ever see Blackjack again, I’m going to kill him for this. Leaning my back against the tree, I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

I woke up early the next morning, stretching my arms and legs before dropping down from the tree with a slight thud. I pulled the face scarf back up, and placed my helmet back on, then continued in the direction yesterday, which according to my compass was East. There wasn’t much to see, just trees really, and a depressingly grey, cloud filled sky. Eventually, I came across what I assumed to be a memorial of some sort. A somewhat quiet explosion echo from the town to the south, too loud to be a grenade, and too quiet to be a bomb, so it was probably a mine or HE rocket. What’s going on over there? If something goes boom it’s usually Blackjack’s fault, but the town is still there, so it’s definitely not him. Maybe it’s those raiders and the two unicorns fighting.

Pulling out my range finders and taking a kneel, I observed the town. Most of the buildings were in some sort of disrepair, with pieces of roofs or walls missing. Two buildings struck me as interesting, one of them looked like a large tent in the shape of a carousel, and the other being a building inside a tree, like built inside the tree. Zooming in on a balcony, I saw a raider with a sniper rifle mounted to the railing. Luckily, it was looking away from me, but if it did look in my direction... well I’m in a bright green, I’m not exactly hard to miss in this dark colored environment. I want that gun, but how many more raiders are in that town still? Better be worth the risk. I hid behind the monument, and I considered my options. I could head into the town and possibly die, but I could get some equipment, but the question is if it’s worth the risk of death? Most likely not, they’re raiders after all.

Letting out a sigh, I got up from behind the monument and quickly made my down towards the town, stopping once I got close enough to a second bridge. Like the other bridge, this one had some very, tasteful decorations, how ever this one didn’t appear to be guarded. Putting the rifle on my back and pulling out my 1911, I slowly walked over too and across the bridge, keeping an eye out for any sudden movements. Once fully across, I made my way into an alley, and inched my way further into the town. There were empty bottles littering the ground, but no bottle caps, it was strange. Maybe this place uses caps as a currency as well, that or someone has an obsession to collect bottle caps.

Just as I was about to round the corner, I heard the sound of glass smashing nearby, and a raider ran full speed into me, and I got knocked back from the force of the impact. The 1911 fell from my grasp. The raider shook its head to clear it, then stared at me with a sadistic smile. I’m fucked, I should have been more careful.